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432 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 1, 1992
Man, woman, alligator, and cat, they escaped together. Nobody seemed to notice.
After all, this was Jokertown.
And it was New York.
'Will,' he said. 'That is all a man needs to survive, not an unclean genetic heritage.'
Battle, Ray thought, is deranged.
'You want to know about Hartmann?' the Outcast said, and he let his powers bleed into the words so that they sparked in the minds of the listeners.
The damage to the Wall he could fix - the Wall was only an image taken from his mind and made real with Bloat's gift. But the jokers were real.
Bloat looked down on him. There was a touch of sadness in his tone. 'Welcome to the Rox,' he said. 'I think you'll fit right in.'
'They say that Bloat can change physical reality. My bet is that he's not going to be able to change the five hundred artillery and mortar shell I can drop on the Rox every single minute.'
There was another long moment of silence. This was the man, Modular Man thought, who Cyclone thought liked jokers too much.
That was most of the people who knew he was alive right there. Dead men don't make a whole lot of friends.
But it was only Tom Tudbury who was dead. The Turtle still had miles to go before he slept.
He finished his coffee, and went to get his shell.
'If you wish to be heroic,' said Wyungare, 'the best thing you could do would be to save this woman's life. She is going to die without care.'
'Isn't the same thing,' said Reflector.
The Aborigine shook his head. 'Yes, it is.'